Their first real night is the one that will be called Port-Maria : neither he nor she were taken or given...
Appeal to the harmonics of life. Appeal to those sharp scents, to those coppery vibrations, kept in rhythm with the chirruping of the night-insects. Appeal to the horizon, agglutinating in shimmering transparencies the water's edge in crepuscular azure, a line which even a child could have wished to touch... The recollection returned to him because it revealed the communion between heaven and earth in the inaccessibility of the sublime spectacle.
The deep night, coming from erratic times had reunited this man and woman, had aroused them, heated them to white-hot and merged them in its melting-pot of incandescent purity. Intertwined by a cyclone which swallowed them up and rebirthed them into the elemental liquid of the heavenly abyss. Sinking without weight into blue oceans, they rediscover in the centre of their regard a paradise of origins, this sweetness of the womb, where everything is given without asking for anything. Slowly, over a long period, they evolve in a dimensionless realm, in the middle of an aquatic jungle of translucent flowers. Gently reposed on phosphorescent sands, they float between gigantic rocks of moonstone colours, mixing and pulsing with the songs of the earth and infinity... For hours, in suspended time, they struggle for and against this possession which knots them up and floods them. With all their forces, they try to hold onto that piece of eternity which is offered to them: without gesture, holding their breath, two such affectionates stretch out towards the expectation. But gradually, their tension deteriorates and gives in.
Their imagination flares up and ignites. From the distance the thunderstorm advances. It submerges them irresistibly, upsetting the soft and sensual landscape of their pleasure. Fiery torrents arise in them. Flashes of lighting illuminate their world which has become convulsed and prodigious. They pant, they choke. They swirl in the spiral, separate and rejoin simultaneously in the systoles of a cosmic chiming. They ignore everything, if it is only that they are in the centre of a pit of water and fire, in resonance with the energy of the first instant of Creation, which transports them a billion light-years!...
From the east,the sun sprang up suddenly, like a shout, flooding their flesh and the sky with its brilliant beams: Streaming from iridescents sources, with waterfalls of light, fountains of diamonds which pour over them their foam of aspiration of rediscoverd dreams... Beyond the total harmony of their bodies and souls, they transcend their ecstasy in the mystery of a still greater love : the one that has perpetuated life since ancient time.
For him, for her, the exquisite night of Port-Maria blurs into the new day.
In the gardens of heaven, where the difference between beings and things is abolished, snuggled up in the reflections of an absolute peace, they relax by floating among the bubbles of a watercolour which disperses towards infinity...